Stone Breath - Wasp-Sting, Thorn, And Arrowhead lyrics

I've seen the sharp end of an arrow, beneath the horned spring moon I've felt the sharp edge of a knife, upon the cold winter mud I've tasted the sweetest wild berries, which I pulled straight from the vine The wild honey's sweet kiss, summer pressed to my lips I Feel the gra** beneath me; and the soil beneath the gra**; and the roots beneath the soil; and the leaves above the roots... And you who sings of the forest: have you ever pressed seed to soil? Or felt the sharp kiss of thorns? - Or slept unter a storm?